[Krayzie (Flesh)]
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Better not be so quick test us,
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(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)
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'cause we'll come to kill ya, now
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We'll kill ya, now
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[Krayzie]
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Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga
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And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas
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in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
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Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
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No, I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine
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'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
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You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say
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"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
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I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all
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And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga
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So paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up
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Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs
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And they figure they can try me
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Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin'
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Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'
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Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
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And say that we ain't true to what we say
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But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate
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We bang them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains)
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But then, we switch subject
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And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick
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Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style
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Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town
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It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
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So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down?
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Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?
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Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?
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I'm so full anguish
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Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it
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But they can't get the hang of it
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Yeah
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[Chorus]
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[Flesh]
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Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold
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I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time
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That they shot a nigga straight to the temple
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Done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin'
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Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again
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Here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday
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So say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain
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I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood
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It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle
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Roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for life
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If you pull a shyste off to the fiends
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Then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up
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Yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah
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We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect
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'Cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark
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And I sped off with the quickness, strikin'
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Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug
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And they thought that I bruise easily
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Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em)
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Most of what goes around, comes around
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Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us
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To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun
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They change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude
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[Chorus]
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[Layzie]
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Nigga, let me in
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Double glock and never about to change, man
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To the temple I aim and claim to gain control
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Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll
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Put some pressure on these hoes that, yo
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They pose as foes, gotta let 'em know
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Got a nation of my niggas out to back me
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Got another nation--killas out to try to jack me
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Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?
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Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose
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Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction
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They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action
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Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse
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If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps
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And a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it
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Sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me
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You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it
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Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord
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And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit
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Because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real - it's gon' fe
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All Original
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
